Next, Durin needed to inventory his spoils of war. First was a finely crafted hand crossbow, very similar in design to a crossbow. The bow arm was about 30 centimeters long, the crossbow mechanism about 20 centimeters wide, and its effective range was around 15 meters.
With his revolver, this hand crossbow was useless, and he also had magic, so he might as well sell it for money later!
Durin silently judged in his heart.
Next, he looked at the second piece of loot: a cow-ear-shaped dagger held by the female warrior Daisy, with a bronze lion's head at the hilt.
Compared to Western stilettos and Japanese Kunai, which are designed for armor penetration, this type of dagger is more suited for close-range lethality and penetrating light armor.
Durin thought for a moment; he could keep this one.
He wasn't in a hurry to sell it now, and he wasn't sure if Piltover had a black market for weapons. Perhaps it could still be used to stab an enemy in the kidney during a close-quarters deathmatch later.
The remaining spoils were a pure silver badge and 4 silver lun coins in cash.
Durin planned to sell the pure silver badge at a silver shop.
Currently, his total assets were: 6 gold cogwheels, 11 silver lun coins, and 97 copper circle coins. However, his mage robe was scorched black by flames and definitely needed to be repaired at a tailor shop first, then cleaned at a dry cleaner.
So, there would be more expenses then, and he didn't know the exact cost.
He could only hope it wouldn't be too expensive; Durin had too many places where he needed money.
Sitting by the window, Durin gazed up at the brilliant starry sky, a surge of emotion in his heart. It had been over half a year since he transmigrated, and he could finally see a familiar night sky. The advanced technology and prosperous Piltover gave Durin the illusion that he was still on Earth.
After a thrilling battle, Durin felt deeply exhausted. The wall clock showed the time was 11:30 PM.
Time to sleep; tomorrow's matters can wait until tomorrow!
Yawning, Durin chugged the ice water by his bedside and slowly closed his eyes as he lay on the bed.
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The mornings in June were already starting to get a bit hot. Durin woke up automatically around 6 AM, opening his eyes to a pristine white ceiling.
After lying there for a while, he still dutifully got up to use the restroom, wash his face, and brush his teeth, then went out to a nearby market to buy some vegetables, eggs, and fresh pork. This usually cost about 20 copper circle coins for a day's worth of three meals.
Durin had certainly witnessed Piltover's high prices.
Fortunately, he cooked for himself before transmigrating, and after transmigrating, he also cooked his own dinners in the lower levels of Zaun, so Durin was completely at ease with a gas stove.
Basically, every morning he would eat three hard-boiled eggs, then start exercising in his room. The remaining time was spent either reading the dictionary on Ancient Shurima script to strengthen his familiarity and understanding.
Or he would lie in bed and sleep. The Toad Witch Doctor had told Durin that he possessed a powerful self-healing ability, and this ability required ample sleep and timely nutritional intake to recover.
Over the next two days, Durin's minor injuries completely healed, and he also received a text notification: [Medical Skill +2, current proficiency 13/25]
During this process, Durin also went out, taking his mage robe and instrument bag to a nearby tailor shop for repairs.
As a result, the tailor directly refused to repair the mage robe, stating they didn't have the capability. The instrument bag, however, was mended for him. As for the Darkin Harp, Durin had taken it out beforehand, wrapped it completely in black cloth, and tied it to his body to ensure it wouldn't fall.
He didn't dare let the Darkin Harp show even a little bit; that thing was like having an automatic charm passive—everyone who saw it wanted to possess it.
Durin didn't want to cause a large-scale panic in Piltover, so after paying 2 copper circle coins for the mending, he hurriedly rushed back home and put the Darkin Harp back into the instrument bag.
As for taking on quests at the tavern or bulletin board, Durin also delayed that, and temporarily gave up the idea of joining a herb-gathering team.
Because as long as he stayed within Piltover, Silco and Singed and their group probably couldn't do anything to Durin.
But outside the city, it was a different story. They could completely ambush him in the forest outside the city, then have a dozen people surround Durin alone.
Durin had thought about the reasons why he was able to miraculously win a one-against-three battle last time. To a large extent, it was because his resistance to fire was greatly enhanced during the process of being possessed and having his body modified by the Darkin.
As a result, the power of the flame splash spell released by the Mage Apprentice named Allen was greatly reduced, equivalent to being weakened by seventy to eighty percent.
Furthermore, the three of them had a very obvious misjudgment about Durin.
They believed Durin had no close-combat ability, but in fact, Durin relied on a spiked mace to first kill the burly dark-skinned man, then bludgeoned the Mage Apprentice Allen to death, and finally overwhelmed the female warrior Daisy with magic.
In short, he maximized the principle of playing to his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses.
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